Ticking Upward: The Folks Get Primed

Now’s the time for nothing, something -
Lay it on me, really thick;
No one ever seems a dumb thing -
Powerless to make it stick…
That cavalcade, that cavalry,
Slide the muffin, every day -
Enjoy the modest revelry,
Span the journey - say, don’t say!

Healthy cues like honesty,
Innocence, and living pride;
No such luggage, travesty -
Checking in and now inside. 
Speaking now, the Heavens’ language,
Gripping, riding each complaint -
Never seek a bump, disparage;
Surely said, they never ain’t…

Block the finger, stagnant bulls -
Vehicles, a mighty spread -
Concomitant - lifting culls;
Legal eagle, now dead-red. 
When to seek a distillation;
Thoughtful turns are ever growing;
Then, create a close relation -
Now in volume, they’re bestowing!

Singular and plural justice -
Hide behind the pure relief.
Every time a treasured thrust is -
There’s a manner, there’s a thief!
Social causes do discuss it,
Managed chaos comes to grips;
Never shall a voter cuss it.
Forever after, header dips.